Chapter Three: In Hard Infected: 21,435,881 Healthy: 7,164,802,686 Day: 11 Corporal Marcus Erwing – or Kiwi to the rest of his platoon – looked up from his dog eared and beaten up copy of H.M.S Surprise by Patric O'Brian and then leaped to his feet, standing to attention as his commanding officer – 2nd Lt. Miguel – strode into the break room. The rest of...
She wasn't helpless, but Natalya gave the audience that impression. She knew a single signal to Max would end the show. He wouldn't be pleased, but Max believed she knew her limits best. Only Natalya knew that her limits had been pushed so far that she had no idea when to stop. Encased in a translucent latex cat suit, her tight gymnast body was on display f...
The waiting room was cold, as was typical of a dentist's office, and the long low drone of the fluorescent lights overhead hypnotized most into a daze. The sterile linoleum room was graced with old magazines and pamphlets to pass the time, along with a small flatscreen television that cycled endlessly through the same commercial. Serenity watched it attenti...
It was a fairly normal encounter during fetish weekend: Two masters sitting at the bar and chatting, their subs on leashes behind them. In this case, one of them had a rubber gimp on his leash, hands chained behind its back, a gas mask with darkened lenses obscuring its features. The other one had a rubber puppy sitting at his feet, hands locked in rubber pa...
Since their arrival in Kinshasa, just hours ago, the M2 within Darla and Shelly had suddenly come to a boiling point, unleashing within them insatiable desires that only a place like Africa could satisfy. At the end of the hallway, Darla met Mona and said, "I'm done. Have you seen Shelly?" "No Ms. Darla," Mona answered."However, you may want to check the r...
My mistress liked to play games with me. Let me rephrase that, she liked to make me play games for her. OK, one more try, she liked to TORMENT me and often used games that were heavily weighed against me to do it. On Tuesday she told me to be ready for a new game this weekend, and to take care of myself so as not to get sick. She had me take zinc pills to b...
In the lounge of the Grand Hotel, reporter Dirk Peterson gazed at the other guests. He noted the occasional casual tourist mingling amongst the smartly dressed corporate guests, and figured it was a typical Friday afternoon in the hotel. He had been sent by his newspaper, The Daily Chronicle, to interview property magnate Aaron Lansdown about his proposed ne...
From his desk inside the office of The Daily Chronicle, reporter Dirk Peterson gazed at his screen. There had recently been reports of robberies committed by a scantily dressed woman. They had all been on convenience stores and other soft targets. No one had been hurt, but they were still crimes nonetheless. She had been nicknamed Domino, as she always left...
The characters are totally fictional, any resemblance to real people is simply coincidence. ***** My office sign reads, "Dr. April Winslow, DDS." For most people DDS simply means Doctor of Dental Surgery. For me, it also stands for Doctor of Deviant Sexuality. I was always a woman with an overactive sex drive. However, when I discovered "sedation dentistr...
Disclaimer: The following is a consensual story featuring a real female celebrity and a fictional male character. Any similarity to reality is coincidental. - "Mr. Craig, you can come back now," the short, blond dental assistant called out to the waiting room. Standing up was Carter Craig, an eighteen-year-old, blond-haired high school senior. He was not...